Ways to the grave, the corpses of hate
Summoning the trail you'll go
Slowly dying in the fires of hell
The soldiers they march on unholy ground
Black of night, spirits rise
Angels cry, spirits die
Demons scream, Satan laughs
Prepare to die, feel my wrath
Summoned to die
Victims cry with the fire in their eyes
Killing is the queen's desire
Slowly dying on their hands and knees
Put them in the fire
Black of night, spirits rise
Angels cry, spirits die
Demons scream, Satan laughs
Prepare to die, feel my wrath
Summoned to die